trainwrekpoet

"I do it for the joy it brings because I'm a joyful girl, and the world owes me nothing and we owe each other the world...I do it just because I want to. Because I want to." That's about all the explination I have for everything in my life. I don't know, I feel like I'm being ignored and the like and all my dotes and flurried favors have gone unanswered and unpraised. HEY, I think I'll write a poem that has those words in it, but that will proablby be at a later date, and so with that said...the poem will explain it once it is written.

Yah, my buddy is all shick and shtuff. Poor guy is all baby-fied. I had to freakin' undress him because he couldn't even catch his breath to bend over and untie his shoes. He freakin' turned purple when he tried. Then I had to get all !TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF! on his ass. I hadn't him tylenol to get his fever down and he told me that it would hurt his stomach, so I was like "Nooo, it will make your fever go down so that your stomach will feel better." Then I handed him two pepto bismols and said, "If your stomach starts hurting you damn well better take this" he gave me his "I concede defeat" nod, and then I handed him two sudafeds and said, "In about an hour or so take these bitches as well." To which he replied, "Why are you being so mean." "I'm not trying to be mean baby, I want you to get better and move around so that you can get that gunk out of your freakin' lungs so you don't feel like shit." "Oh.....I love you" (In that cute little I'm sick and you really are just trying to take care of me voice) "I love you to baby." "Thank you for taking care of me" "Awe baby your welcome."
HA! that was the dummest thing to write, but I have nothing better to do considering no one is calling in right now at work and I have jack else to do. Okay, that was it. Maybe he'll sleep in the bed tonight and actually get real sleep instead of on the couch where his lungs can be all folded and marinate in their own infectious mucus. Y'know? Plus that and my breasts are calling to be pillows (IT"S CALLED MATERNAL INSTINCT PERVERTS). BLARG!

It's true. I was! Nah, don't believe all that you read on the internet. Just thought I'd give the dev-junkies a little more to read. Just stopped by to visit and check some old friends sectors out, and make a few comments here and there. I know you don't care, and you aren't reading this, and if you are...kill yourself. Because if I was your kid....I would have aborted myself.

Yah, I plan on writing a poem with those words in it. I feel terrible for the irreparable harm I've inflictid on that which has loved me through all, and time has known no absence. So, yes, I"m a terrible friend.

Yah, I'm at work right now, and I'm extremely hacked at the world, and I'm thinking about beating myself over the head with my own keyboard. I'll post more about it later. But, really you should look at my poetry now, it's much more pleasant. Oh yah! if you think of any good songs I should put on my cd tell me Think "But Anyway": Blues traveler, "fallen" :Sara Machlachlan, "Yours": blues traveler ,"Come pick me up" :ryan adams, and "Perfect" oria Roberts. Go look up those lyrics to get ideas, HA HA! YOU ARE ALL MY PEONS AND WITH YOUR HELP I WILL ONE DAY RULE THE WORLD! Yes, today the world...Tomorrow! YOUR MOOOOOTHEEEEEER!